Fianceé

"Excuse me," Carl said, getting up. Chamberlain nodded. After he left, Isabella began talking unreservedly.

"Brother who is he exactly?"

"You should know better, let him be. The sooner your attraction for him dies, the better."

He picked up his glass half filled with wine, he slowly twirled the glass before drinking it.

"Who says I'm attracted to him?" She denied. Acting clueless.

"I can see it in your eyes, Bell.

He's not fit to be your husband. Father would never agree, so you should let go now."

Isabella could only bite on her lips to stop herself from telling her brother how unfair it was for her. Then again, it wasn't really his fault.

Her eyes teared, she felt stuffed. Being born into her family had it's disadvantages too, "Yes, brother."

"Brother, your fianceé will be arriving soon." She added, watching her brother.

His hands twirling the glass paused. He set it down on the table, "Why?"